Nothing feels as awful as pouring your heart out to some talk therapist, then realizing this so-called professional is actually vastly stupid and you've just professed your most secret secrets to some goon who's wearing one brown sock and one blue sock.

It's just the biggest mistake I could think to make

Each wedding picture was less of a memento than a scar. Proof of some horror movie scenario Katherine Kenton has survived.

We all have some proper noun to blame.

Sex pretty much cures everything.

Every time we burn a gallon of gas or an acre of rain forest, aren't we killing the future to preserve the present?

The only person we'll hate more than each other is ourselves.